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dde067f Unlike my mother, my father does not cry quietly. His wails roll out like a wave of pain, and I scramble to roll up my window. My mother cannot hear that. I cannot bear to hear it myself. I am not used to my father's crying. I've had no time to harden my heart against him. feelings denial parents protectiveness Margaret Peterson Haddix
e7f054b But that's what kismet is. It makes us careen off in odd directions from which we learn not only what life is about but what it is for. This journey may be nothing less than your chance to discover these things." "You're" Homer Hickam
b736990 Every day try to help uplift physically, mentally, or spiritually suffering people, as you would help yourself or your family. If, instead of living in the misery-making selfish way, you live according to the laws of God, then, no matter what small part you may be playing on the stage of life, you will know that you have been playing your part correctly, as directed by the Stage Manager of all our destinies. Your part, however small, is jus.. Paramahansa Yogananda
232ea71 Can human folly harbour a more arrogant or ungrateful thought than the notion that whereas God makes man beautiful in body, man makes himself pure in heart? human-folly purity Augustine of Hippo
970dc9d You have been professing yourself reluctant to throw off your load of illusion because truth was uncertain. Well, it is certain now, yet the burden still weighs you down, while other people are given wings on freer shoulders, people who have not worn themselves out with research, nor spent a decade and more reflecting on these questions. Augustine of Hippo
9a08e40 It is no less impossible for us not to taste as bitter the death of those whose life for us was such a source of sweetness. Augustine of Hippo
605db75 But what do I love, when I love You? Not beauty of bodies, nor the fair harmony of time. Not the brightness of the light, so welcome to our eyes, Nor sweet melodies of varied songs, Nor the fragrant smell of flowers, and ointments and spices. Not manna and honey, nor the embrace of arms in fleshly pleasure. None of these I love when I love my God. Yet this love is a kind of light and melody and fragrance and meat and embrace. When I love my.. Augustine of Hippo
0b55434 Justice being taken away, then, what are kingdoms but great robberies? For what are robberies themselves, but little kingdoms? theology Augustine of Hippo
c6ea26a There is no health in those who are displeased by an element in Your creation, just as there was none in me when I was displeased by many things You had made. Because my soul didn't dare to say that my God displeased me, it refused to attribute to You whatever was displeasing. sovereignty-of-god contentment St. Augustine of Hippo
8dd8635 O mortals, how long will you be heavy-hearted? Life has come down to you, and are you reluctant to ascend and live? But what room is there for you to ascend, you with your high-flown ways and lofty talk? Come down, that you may ascend, ascend even to God... Augustine of Hippo
3238d8f A sense of Deity is inscribed on every heart. Nay, even idolatry is ample evidence of this fact. worship Augustine of Hippo
a2e0227 in seeking only to stay upright, you fall, are banished then cursed and reviled, condemned to wander a continent you don't even know where you're going, only when you're expected, which is every Friday at sundown though your calendars were never coordinated and what you always thought had been west was really only a left turn taken with your back to the north, in haste and with little sleep, then upon your forehead, the development of a wor.. Joshua Cohen
5bcda82 You are so adorable. I just want to take you home and put you in my pocket." I'd prefer her pants, but I guess I'd settle for her pocket" Penny Reid
8ce52c5 We all belong to ourselves, until we have children. Then our children lease us for as long as they want. Penny Reid
b2f78d8 Greg crossed to me, his gaze moving in a slow, cherishing path over my features. "If you knew how I saw you, how I think of you, your ego would become unmanageable." Penny Reid
da8b448 Elizabeth, in your own misguided, crazy, PMSing-woman way, I think you've been trying to be nice." My mouth fell open. "Hey!" "You're just not very good at being nice. It's not a strength of yours." "I can't believe you just said that." "You should work on it. You should compliment me more, tell me I look pretty." I hit him on the shoulder even as I laughed. "You're an idiot." "And you're beautiful." Penny Reid
85ac0bd Attending to injustice, no matter how small, is always a worthy cause. Penny Reid
8c674c3 Stop it." Cletus snapped his fingers in front of our faces. "I hate it when you two mind-meld through your eyeballs." Penny Reid
7f13609 Not sure if it was compliment, or an insult, or a complisult Penny Reid
30662b4 Crap. She's going to cry. This was a situation that required neutralizing. I placed my hand over hers and gave her a squeeze. "There, there." Fruit cake. "Calm down--" Penny Reid
acd9827 Who is your famous crush? If a super-hot Hollywood actor who also happened to be a great person wanted to take you home--and the lights stayed on during the deed--what would you do? I mean, not in theory. Honestly, what would you do?" Claire looked at me for a long moment then asked, "Would I get a heads up a few months ahead of time? So I could eat low carb and start working out?" "No." "Then, honestly, I'd run the other way." Penny Reid
c854f83 If you know who you are, rejection matters very little. It says more about the small-mindedness of the person who is doing the rejecting than it does about you. Penny Reid
9f499e8 The company owner doesn't need to win. The best idea does. humility John C. Maxwell
a93de05 People tend to become what the most important people in their lives think they will become. John C. Maxwell
b1283ed Little progress is better than no progress at all. Success comes in taking many small steps. If you stumble in a small step, it rarely matters. Don't gift wrap the garbage. Let little failures go. John C. Maxwell
93e3dd6 Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens." --Carl Jung" John C. Maxwell
aa9aac2 losing through you what seemed myself, i find selves unimaginably mine, beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my soul's return - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars E.E. Cummings
b3b2a15 Me up at does out of the floor quietly Stare a poisoned mouse still who alive is asking What E.E. Cummings
c451667 up into the the silence the green silence with a white earth in it you will (kiss me)go out into the morning the young morning with a warm world in it (kiss me)you will go on into the sunlight the fine sunlight with a firm day in it you will go(kiss me down into your memory and E.E. Cummings
95eff09 You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives" (Genesis 50:20)." Beth Moore
751706a Blessing is bowing down to receive the expressions of divine favor that in the inner recesses of the human heart and mind make life worth the bother. Beth Moore
0376758 God is who He says He is. God can do what He says He can do. I am who God says I am. I can do all things through Christ. God's Word is alive and active in me. Beth Moore
d76894f He fell ass over tea Kettle C.E. Murphy
6470214 They're constants, aren't they?" ... "Books are. That's why we like them so much. They seem immutable. They're not, of course. Not from the author's first draft to the tenth printing, but they seem like it." C.E. Murphy
625c102 But can I really will anything? At this moment I feel the pleasure of being stone, the sun warms me, the wind makes acceptable this adjustment of my body, I have no intention of ceasing to be a stone. Why? Because I like it. So then I too am slave to a passion, which advises me against wanting freely its opposite. However, willing, I could will. And yet I do not. How much freer am I than a stone? Umberto Eco
056b0da It's hopeless," he went on. "We no longer have the learning of the ancients, the age of giants is past!" "We are dwarfs," William admitted, "but dwarfs who stand on the shoulders of those giants, and small though we are, we sometimes manage to see farther on the horizon than they." hope ancient-learning knowledge Umberto Eco
4693a6b The fine thing about pacts with the devil is that when you sign them you are well aware of their conditions. Otherwise, why would you be recompensed with hell? fate responsibility destiny self-deception devil Umberto Eco
61bc21b In the Middle Ages, cathedrals and convents burned like tinder; imagining a medieval story without a fire is like imagining a World War II movie in the Pacific without a fighter plane shot down in flames. writing imagination obviousness middle-ages fire Umberto Eco
9de9c71 What does the philosopher say? Odi ergo sum. I hate therefore I am. Umberto Eco
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8b3c370 I was in a maze. No matter which way I turned, it was the wrong way. Umberto Eco
6504f76 For centuries, as pope and emperor tore each other apart in their quarrels over power, the excluded went on living on the fringe, like lepers, of whom true lepers are only the illustration ordained by God to make us understand this wondrous parable, so that in saying 'lepers' we would understand 'outcast, poor, simple, excluded, uprooted from the countryside, humiliated in the cities.' But we did not understand; the mystery of leprosy has c.. poverty leprosy exclusion Umberto Eco
e4b44be Los perdedores, como los autodidactas, tienen siempre conocimientos mas vastos que los ganadores. Si quieres ganar tienes que saber una cosa sola y no perder tiempo en sabertelas todas; el placer de la erudicion esta reservado a los perdedores. Cuanto mas sabe uno, es que peor le han ido las cosas. Umberto Eco
d6f9926 I seal that which was not to be said in the tomb that I become. Umberto Eco